Monday, January 23

In With The Cold

In yet another cruel twist of fate, my computer up and died on me this weekend. Big fat BSOD. Since I'm not allowed to correspond at the office (and anything I do type is vultured over like so much raw carcus) and with my monthly mobile minutes being eaten up by my grandma in rehab (not that kind of rehab. She's 92 for fuck's sake) I am left with even fewer means of communication. And greater cause for depression.

So, I've got a few things to tell you about then I really have to jet. Unless I get busted in the process of posting, then I'll undoubtedly by unceremoniously shitcanned and have all the time in the world to write. Yeah, I hardly know what to wish for either.

First of all, B passed his Praxis exams! Yep, all three! Boom, boom, boom, just like that. He is now officially the master of his readin', ritin', and 'rithmatic domains! I am so proud of him!!! See that apple? That's for the teacher; and B is now that much closer to taking his first bite. And if it's anything like the bites he takes out of my apples, look out!

Ok so speaking of absolute insanity (what? Were we not?) you're probably going to think I'm kidding here, in the way I often do, but I assure you that I'm serious. And don't call me Shirley.

The mission of Special Olympics is to provide year-round sports training and athletic competition in a variety of Olympic-type sports for citizens with intellectual disabilities, giving them continuing opportunities to develop physical fitness, demonstrate courage, experience joy and participate in a sharing of gifts, skills and friendship with their families, other Special Olympics athletes and the community.

Because if I can play racquetball, anyone can.

Please donate to your hearts' content, $1, $10,000, whatever you can spare (no later than this Friday, January 27th) via check (to Special Olympics), cash, or to my email address (rachelle@wam.umd.edu) at PayPal.com. Thanks, guys.